Renew the book,
you know, my favourite one.
I absolutely must read it again.

We pull in a slick black beaumont
from 1965,
but the year was 1985,
where we make-out
with the film playing to
our tongue's dance.
I wasn't sure what film it was,
but I know I enjoyed it.

The slurs may have been passed about
so easily from a pair of malicious lips
to another, but ours did not quiver.

She loved me,
and we had so much in common
because we loved what we were;
girls.

Such strength
needn't be brute force
only unleashed on your opponents.

It can be used
to create a sight
of pure elegance.